Biography of Josephine Collett
Born in England, now living in Queensland Australia. Published poet and writer of short stories and articles. Follow my Christian writing blog at www.khariscreativewritingpoetry.blogspot.com.au Community health worker and advocate for people living with a disability. Evangelical Christian, married with two children, native Australian garden and a houseful of pets.
Josephine Collett Poems
Woman At The Well John Chapter 4
Woman Walking in the searing sunlight
Black And White Birds
Magpie, mudlark, currawong Wake her with their garrulous warbling song As sunlight through the branches illuminates the dawn, They boldly sing their joyful praise to greet another morn.
Eve And The Apple Bough
There is something happening to the apple tree The wintered grey branches are changed beneath my fingers,
Boy On A Bridge
All my life I have known The shape of a track through sand and rock and stone to the edge of pools where dark shadows fill the water's face with reflected sky and willows
So many ways Within the dandelion-blown passages of time Of not knowing
Why do you fly, lone traveller, winging the surface of the dark water When all have left and flown to nest and home?
Will You Come
Will you come to me, unbidden through the vast unreached chasms of my mind when the world has forsaken and forgotten all that I aspired to, a world rejecting and unkind
I saw the tear before he turned away and bade goodbye And gave it not a thought
This is where you will come to meet with Me. I am everywhere, but if you come I will be waiting to meet you here.
A Meditation On The Physical Body Follow...
This is my physical body, recovering From the onslaught of the enemy This body that You, O Lord my Creator, Formed in my mother's womb.
Dawn comes with a faint lightness on the eastern horizon before the splendour
He rises from a sea of bracken Old man scribbly-gum, convoluted torso, Of statuesque bleached limbs Contorted by relentless ocean winds
Blood In The Garden
Dark night of the soul Lonely night of the mind Cruel night for the body Friends left behind
This was my treasure, my reward A gift A payment From a wealthy suitor
Why do you fly, lone traveller,
winging the surface of the dark water
When all have left and flown
to nest and home?
Yet you and I
driven by an unbridled longing
find freedome still to roam.
Swiftly the silent night descends
A chill wind whispers